The clearing was bathed in the soft glow of the full moon, casting silvery light over the tall grass and surrounding trees. The cool night air buzzed with tense energy as the pack’s elite security formed a protective perimeter, their sharp eyes scanning for any signs of danger.
Chanel stood near the center of the clearing, her heart pounding in her chest. Vanessa was by her side, giving her a reassuring squeeze on the arm. “You’ve got this,” Vanessa said softly, her voice steady. “I’ll be right here the whole time.”
Chanel nodded, though her hands trembled slightly at her sides. The weight of what was about to happen pressed heavily on her shoulders. She wasn’t just saving Devon—she was stepping fully into the role fate had thrust upon her.
Across the clearing, Alpha Victor and Luna San
